I look and worship these dark brows and eyes,
Praised be the artist who drew her so nice.
He ordered the sun to pour gold on her hair,
No other beauty to her can compare.
Forgive me, dear sun, for your rays are too weak,
You pale in the shadow of her gorgeous cheek.
If Mejnun was here and saw her by chance,
The love for his Leila would vanish at once.
In the Garden of Eden, I strongly believe,
Adam would surely prefer her to Eve.
Harut and Marut were both tempted by devil,
This angel could help them to struggle with evil.
The taste of her lips is as sweet as sorbet,
And those who shall try them, immortal will stay.
When Iblis, the devil, was rejected and expelled,
Just one glance at her, and he’d regret he rebelled.
So, sing her hosanna, oh birds of the earth,
Or die by the knife, you’ve disproven your worth.
1908
В оригинале на татарском: Бер рәсемгә
В переводе на русский язык: К портрету (Перевод В.Тушновой)
К портрету (Перевод В.Думаевой-Валиевой)